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Look what I made! I’m so very proud of this. I’d been inspired by my dad and his long hippie braids and tie dyed apparel for a while now. I wanted to create it on hair. I’d been inspired to attempt a tie dyed effect on hair for months…and after coloring many hair pieces in my basement sink, finally I have an image of my favorite! I titled it Primary.

Huge thanks to my salon, Lovely, and to our photographer Alessandra Zorro, for their support and creative encouragement. It means the world to me to be able to collaborate with inspiring and talented individuals.

Again, it’s strange to share my work and put it out there for the world to see….but any comments, constructive critique, and feedback is always appreciated. I’m still quite a beginner at all this artsy fartsy photography. Thank you!!

There has been a freshness and newness that has taken over my hairdresser brain. While merely months ago, I felt like this was the end, like it was time to quit and move on to something different…today I find my thoughts moving from idea to creative idea. Ahhh!! New-ness! I feel like a beginner again, only a beginner with confidence and the desire to know more…to know all. The possibilities really are endless.

A state of mania.

I worry that this inspiration and thirst to create will end as quickly as it has arrived…and so I must work tirelessly on keeping the ideas alive and in motion. I must work on allowing one idea to feed into the next idea and to never let that fire die down. I’ve got projects going on in the basement and sink and sketchbook. I’ve got hair on the brain. I’ve got art on the brain.

I am going to dive deep into this industry that I’ve been sort of hiding in for about 10 years. I’ve never really wanted to put myself out there as a hairdresser before. I’ve always secretly thought it was this fleeting thing…this day job…even though I do enjoy it immensely. I want to take chances and enter contests and create wild images. I want to lift up my salon. I want to collaborate with other artists and push the boundaries of what beauty is…of what art could be.

Has it really taken 10 years for these two parallel careers to collide? Have I really separated them that much in my head, knowing full well that they are supposed to work together? It’s strange….

After himming and hawing back and forth for my so-far 10 year career, I can say confidently that artist and hairdresser are one and the same.

There was a time that I thought one was better than the other….or that one meant something different. I thought that one was ok to do for a while. Maybe it’s because I learned more about ‘art’ and ‘artists’ first or maybe because of the stereotypes that sometimes ring true. Artists are deep, pensive, and thought provoking, right? Hairstylists are blonde, dramatic, and self-absorbed, right?? Are these true anymore? Absolutely not.

I’ve never really talked about my job on my blog…or rather, my career. I suppose I’ve only written about art and ideas and inspiration for creative projects. I never quite wanted to overlap what I do with who I am. See…the funny thing about being a hair dresser, beautician, hair designer, cosmetologist, barber, service provider, wonder woman…is that, for me, it is more artistic and creative than sitting alone with a painting…THAT is what makes it so difficult and painful at times. It is a constant collaboration with the public and it is intense and extremely gratifying.

I take care of people while I’m on the clock. I am a care-taker. It doesn’t end when I clock out, however.

With the evolution of my place in this industry, I want to strive for more artistic insanity. I want to make beautiful, terrible, simple, extravagant, frightening images. I want people to say ‘what the fuck?‘ or ‘that’s pretty funny.’ I’m at a point in my career where I’m ready for change and challenge.

I thought I needed to completely change careers. Certain events have proven that it isn’t time for that to happen. I think what I really want is to explore all the education that I can and absorb the amazingness of this industry. I’m at a place where I can do that. I work for a wonderfully supportive salon.

I can put bread on a girl’s head and it’s hairdressing and it’s art. Boom, mothafuckas.

I had a brain splitting migraine and it was painful to keep my eyes open, yet more painful to close them. I hate that. I had my head wrapped in a blanket hoping a little pressure might help. Nope. I had the volume turned down so low…yet the tv seemed to be screaming at me.

And all the musical numbers? Ouch.
I’m not positive why I watched the whole program. Something about the gowns and hair and movie clips that is mesmerizing. It is. You know it.

The only movies I saw this year were The Hobbit, Paranorman, and The Guardians. 2 are cartoons…one is somewhat animated. And I read Silver Linings Playbook. I’m sure they changed the story a lot for the film. They always do.

And how about that Barbra singing Memories? I don’t quite see what all the fuss is about. Russell Crowe can sing pretty well too, you know. I woke up with the song in my migraine-free head today though. Except I don’t know the words, really.